Months before The Max and I left Minnesota, he begged me to start a farmville account on my facebook page. Reluctantly I did, and within a week I was hooked. I wanted to build the biggest farm with the best buildings and the most coins and crops. I didn’t want The Max to touch my game because I wanted to make sure I had the greatest yield and bought only the best items. It shocked me that I thought it was a good time, because for a long time I hated all the farmville posts in the facebook feed. I despised them. But I became one of the followers.

Now, I don’t have internet speed great enough to click on the darn plots over and over. (There was a whole lot of clicking in farmville.) I don’t miss that. Also, I have a real farm. I hobby farm, if you will. I work about 30-35 hours a week at the restaurant. And I work on the farm more than that. It’s very hard. It’s also a blast.

I have been meaning to do a garden blog for some time now, with pictures showing the status of the crops. Well, I am a bit too late to show everything. We are already eating plenty of veggies that were in seed packets a few months ago.

I don’t miss farmville. It’s more fun to harvest real crops. Except in farmville I had a tractor. I don’t have one now, and it would sure make things easier.